I hurt
like a kid playing in the dirt
calling after a friend who had to leave
You have to pet your heart
softly back to health
sing to it softly
losing the tune
till the song comes back
Pruning the dry leaves
trimming the dying non vital parts,
A fortunate **** does better in the sun
pamper yourself with healthy thoughts
till health returns
till new rains come
sending confidence
down to the roots
back into the currents of life
and strength returns.